"Or if I'd had mine..." At least they might have been able to hold her off, long enough to try and get his coat, and maybe Corrin's cape back. She was all for helping out someone in need, but the angel had been abusing that kindness.

She looks back down the street, and he's right. No signs of pursuit. Maybe the angel decided their offerings were enough after all. Or it's gone to look for more people to shake down. "Yeah. I think you're right. But I think there are more of them around, so we should still be careful."

She offers him her hand, in gretting this time, rather than escape. "Well. My name is Corrin. I'm...really very sorry about your coat. I could see it was well-loved."